I was an observer in the midst of about thirty people who were standing in an orderly group on the grassy lawn of a big, rather old house. I kept hearing "Gonzaga". ( In retrospect I realize that this house was much like the one in Spokane, WA. in which my daughter once lived).

I looked around and thought that there was a lot of room there. My friend, Helen,( who is a flight attendant) was passing out food trays. She began to laugh and said, "I'm not used to doing it like this." There was no sense of anything being wrong. She ran out of food, and I heard a male voice call out, "Anyone here who will take eight (8) gold pieces for a loaf of bread?" Silence followed, and I woke up, still hearing "Gonzaga" as I awoke.